Chapter 40: What If I Go?
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Chapter 40: What If I Go?
They fell into my trap. As soon as I reached the streetI turned on my heel and threw on a smirk, then slipped into one of Romeo's fighting stances. Letting myself flow into the fight felt natural, hopping lightly in place as I put my body into a constant stream of movement. They didn't notice the shift in my demeanor; they were far too enraged. Not that I blamed them. If someone walked in and pissed on my friend, I'd be out for blood too.
It wasn't like this was a duel, and they had the numbers. They stalked onto the road, fanning out to surround me before charging for an attack. Even with my Manifested Soul, I didn't feel confident taking all four on at once.
But I didnt have to. Bruno sprang out from the side with an evil grin on his face. Flames crawled up his fists as he threw himself at one of the bastards, tackling him to the asphalt. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
I seized the distraction and led by snapping a kick into the poor bastard Id pissed on. My foot landed with a solid hit, which caused the guy to crash to the ground. The one with a shaved head came in from the side. He threw out a jab, but a quickstep me slipped out of reach.
It was time.
I smiled wide, tugging on my Soul. Energy rippled out of the roots in my body, and sparks of blue and red popped up from my shoulderin a cascade of violent energy, two onyx feathered crows came into being. Their beady eyes taking in the scene in an instant, one let out a haunting caw. Id hoped for all three, but Id take what I could get.
Much like Fickle Fate, my Manifested Soul presented an element of randomness, conjuring one to three of these creatures with each use. The only conclusion I drew is that a deep part of me loved to roll the dice and play the odds, to let Fate take a bit of control. When I first discovered that on the island with Romeo, I didnt know whether to laugh or cry with the knowledge that the inconsistency of my abilities was due to meyet I still remained powerless to correct them.
All I could do was accept it. The excitement of not knowing brought a spark to my life that I didn't want to dismiss entirely. Would I be lucky? Would my ability screw me? Every action led to a different change in fate and what might follow, and that called to me.
For now, for this fight, two out of three was plenty. I pushed out my desire to my Soul, and the crows launched from my shoulders in a powerful burst of speed straight into the sky. At the same moment, I pressed into the Crimson Eagle, who took a jab at me. Hed overextended while trying to catch me off guard.
I threw out a fist, clipping him as he danced away. His eyes locked on meflicking upward to try to catch the crow. I didnt give him a chance, throwing another fist, which forced him to scramble to block.
But I was the distraction, a bluff.
A crow barreled in from above, a pinprick of feathers that broke its perfect diving form to extend talons right into his face. Its wings flapped as the razor-sharp talons tore skin flaps out of his cheeks. The guy let out a horrible scream as it pulled away with a chunk of flesh.
My fist sliding into his face ended the fight, sending him to the ground to squirm around and try to stem the bleeding.
The last guy tried to take advantage of my focused assault, having positioned himself to rush my back. Watching the brutal attack on his friend made him hesitatehis mistake. My remaining crow dive-bombed him, trying to also land a blow on his face, though he was more prepared, throwing up an arm to defend against the talons. It wasn't enough; my Soul pulsed outward, activating Fickle Fate through the crow. Blue sparks ran from where the Crow dug into his arm, discharging the ability.
Ah, that was bad.
The guy slipped, but in a way that let him catch the edge of my Soul's wing. His fingers found purchase and ripped the crow down with him, yanking it under him and crushing it with his entire body. I grimaced; my Soul let out a pulse of debilitating shock at the sudden damage. My mind went foggy, and I pulled the crow backbursting in a shower of blue and red sparks. I'd much rather withdraw it than take more Soul damage.
I swayed as he stumbled to his feet. The good luck discharged, but my body felt numb and stirred with exhaustion; I pulled myself together. Using my superior speed to charge in and snap a short kick into his facethrowing the guy onto the ground.
Couldn't win them all. I snapped another kick into his side while he was on the ground, and my remaining crow flew back to land on my shoulder.
After discovering my Crows could discharge Fickle Fate at a distance, I had originally reeled to think of the applications. Romeo's previous method of avoiding me as a counter was no longer as functional, but there had to be other benefits. I hadnt yet taken the time to puzzle them out, but this live combat test already made me giddy to try new things.
His eyes lit up. Perfect choice of words, the shaking stopped.
I took a deep breath, my remaining crow recovering and darting into the room. The enemys Manifested Soul took a swipebut it was far too slow to hit my Soul. What I lacked in pure physical power, my Soul made up for in speed. It took a short bendflapping and skimming along the side of the enemy and raking a talon against the cyclopes arm.
The man with dread grimaced, shooting me a scowl. It might not be substantial damage, but even tiny nicks to a Manifested Soul at this level were distracting. I slammed a hand on my chestsparks of blue bursting in a shower. Perfect. I leaped into the fray, knowing I had at least one good attempttrying to circle the cyclops with my Crow.
But the cyclops wasnt overwhelmed and reacted as soon as I entered the room. Its fist took on a white glow, closing the distance to me in a couple of quick bounds. There wasnt a way in hell I could get past and attack the cultivator directly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suzaki sprint into the room and duck around the side. An emerald halo was already above his head.
But I couldnt focus on the kid; the glowing white fist soared towards me. I meant to back peddle before it detonatedbut tripped on a bit of translucent web. The cyclops fist soared right where my body had beenextending further than I thought its range was. Itd reached a good fifteen feet away from the Crimson Eagle. Hed tricked me.
The fist detonated above me. My body smashed into the floor, my jaw cracking against it. My teeth snapped together in an awful noise as I avoided biting my tongue off by pure luck.
But itd missed.
I groanedwilling my Soul to counterattack, flying into the Crimson Eagle. Its talons dug into the bastards facea growing favorite attack pattern of mine. The cyclops turned, rushing to defend its cultivator.
My soul jolted with an ache as the Crimson Eagle slapped my Manifested Soulsudden and alarming enough to feel like Id taken a blow to the chest. My focus slipped.
Eve brought me back to the world with a yellher voice rocked through the room and tore a fresh and distracting burst of agony that pulled me out of the disorientation. Her voice rebounded and amplified.
I slowly got to my feet, seeing my Crow gripped in the Crimson Eagles hand, talons tearing into his arm as he tried to wring its neck. I called upon Fickle Fate, and they both showered in red sparks. My Soul slipped out of his grasp a second later, and the bastard stumbled back. Eves voice rocked through the room again, bringing ear-ringing pain as if someone shoved chopsticks into my skull.
Several translucent spiders climbed all over the Crimson Eagles leg, weaving a web as he tried to cover his ears. He took another step to get away from the deafening noisebut tripped over webs, falling and bouncing his skull against the ground.
Kayson seized the opportunity. Throwing himself on top of the enemy cultivator and bashed his head face several times, jerking it left and right until he stilled. The cyclops toppled over, crumbling to dust.
The screaming stopped, and the chaos of the office stilled. Blessed silence. My Soul returned to my shoulder, damaged but proud. I withdrew ita burst of red and blue sparks. Thanks to the hits my Soul took, it was hard for me to focus on anything. I slipped to the ground and let myself lay there.
Bruno arrived a minute later, unhappy he missed the show.
Soul damage was a finicky thing. The world felt gray and lifeless, my body felt sapped from the strength, and unfortunately, Suzaki couldnt do a damn thing about it. It would take natural healing over a few hours to recover. Romeo had promised training to cope with it, but we didnt have the time.
It took an hour for me to feel better; during that time, Kayson and Suzaki went through and collected a bunch of paperwork. When I was up to it, I helped Bruno watch over a buncha of bound Crimson Eagles. Bruno slammed a fist into his face whenever the cultivator awoke to put him back out. Was it healthy for the guy? Fuck no. But its the only thing we could do; we didn't have any advanced tech. He was far too dangerous for a round two.
Our objective was to humiliate Crimson Eagles and gather info about their finances. And therefore, Kayson overruled Brunos requests to fight the guy fair and square. I didnt get how following the money might lead anywhere productive, but Kayson was the one in charge, not me.
Eventually, Kayson declared we were done. Taking three binders and the reluctant accountant with us.
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Chapter 40: What If I Go?
They fell into my trap. As soon as I reached the streetI turned on my heel and threw on a smirk, then slipped into one of Romeo's fighting stances. Letting myself flow into the fight felt natural, hopping lightly in place as I put my body into a constant stream of movement. They didn't notice the shift in my demeanor; they were far too enraged. Not that I blamed them. If someone walked in and pissed on my friend, I'd be out for blood too.
It wasn't like this was a duel, and they had the numbers. They stalked onto the road, fanning out to surround me before charging for an attack. Even with my Manifested Soul, I didn't feel confident taking all four on at once.
But I didnt have to. Bruno sprang out from the side with an evil grin on his face. Flames crawled up his fists as he threw himself at one of the bastards, tackling him to the asphalt. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
I seized the distraction and led by snapping a kick into the poor bastard Id pissed on. My foot landed with a solid hit, which caused the guy to crash to the ground. The one with a shaved head came in from the side. He threw out a jab, but a quickstep me slipped out of reach.
It was time.
I smiled wide, tugging on my Soul. Energy rippled out of the roots in my body, and sparks of blue and red popped up from my shoulderin a cascade of violent energy, two onyx feathered crows came into being. Their beady eyes taking in the scene in an instant, one let out a haunting caw. Id hoped for all three, but Id take what I could get.
Much like Fickle Fate, my Manifested Soul presented an element of randomness, conjuring one to three of these creatures with each use. The only conclusion I drew is that a deep part of me loved to roll the dice and play the odds, to let Fate take a bit of control. When I first discovered that on the island with Romeo, I didnt know whether to laugh or cry with the knowledge that the inconsistency of my abilities was due to meyet I still remained powerless to correct them.
All I could do was accept it. The excitement of not knowing brought a spark to my life that I didn't want to dismiss entirely. Would I be lucky? Would my ability screw me? Every action led to a different change in fate and what might follow, and that called to me.
For now, for this fight, two out of three was plenty. I pushed out my desire to my Soul, and the crows launched from my shoulders in a powerful burst of speed straight into the sky. At the same moment, I pressed into the Crimson Eagle, who took a jab at me. Hed overextended while trying to catch me off guard.
I threw out a fist, clipping him as he danced away. His eyes locked on meflicking upward to try to catch the crow. I didnt give him a chance, throwing another fist, which forced him to scramble to block.
But I was the distraction, a bluff.
A crow barreled in from above, a pinprick of feathers that broke its perfect diving form to extend talons right into his face. Its wings flapped as the razor-sharp talons tore skin flaps out of his cheeks. The guy let out a horrible scream as it pulled away with a chunk of flesh.
My fist sliding into his face ended the fight, sending him to the ground to squirm around and try to stem the bleeding.
The last guy tried to take advantage of my focused assault, having positioned himself to rush my back. Watching the brutal attack on his friend made him hesitatehis mistake. My remaining crow dive-bombed him, trying to also land a blow on his face, though he was more prepared, throwing up an arm to defend against the talons. It wasn't enough; my Soul pulsed outward, activating Fickle Fate through the crow. Blue sparks ran from where the Crow dug into his arm, discharging the ability.
Ah, that was bad.
The guy slipped, but in a way that let him catch the edge of my Soul's wing. His fingers found purchase and ripped the crow down with him, yanking it under him and crushing it with his entire body. I grimaced; my Soul let out a pulse of debilitating shock at the sudden damage. My mind went foggy, and I pulled the crow backbursting in a shower of blue and red sparks. I'd much rather withdraw it than take more Soul damage.
I swayed as he stumbled to his feet. The good luck discharged, but my body felt numb and stirred with exhaustion; I pulled myself together. Using my superior speed to charge in and snap a short kick into his facethrowing the guy onto the ground.
Couldn't win them all. I snapped another kick into his side while he was on the ground, and my remaining crow flew back to land on my shoulder.
After discovering my Crows could discharge Fickle Fate at a distance, I had originally reeled to think of the applications. Romeo's previous method of avoiding me as a counter was no longer as functional, but there had to be other benefits. I hadnt yet taken the time to puzzle them out, but this live combat test already made me giddy to try new things.
His eyes lit up. Perfect choice of words, the shaking stopped.
I took a deep breath, my remaining crow recovering and darting into the room. The enemys Manifested Soul took a swipebut it was far too slow to hit my Soul. What I lacked in pure physical power, my Soul made up for in speed. It took a short bendflapping and skimming along the side of the enemy and raking a talon against the cyclopes arm.
The man with dread grimaced, shooting me a scowl. It might not be substantial damage, but even tiny nicks to a Manifested Soul at this level were distracting. I slammed a hand on my chestsparks of blue bursting in a shower. Perfect. I leaped into the fray, knowing I had at least one good attempttrying to circle the cyclops with my Crow.
But the cyclops wasnt overwhelmed and reacted as soon as I entered the room. Its fist took on a white glow, closing the distance to me in a couple of quick bounds. There wasnt a way in hell I could get past and attack the cultivator directly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suzaki sprint into the room and duck around the side. An emerald halo was already above his head.
But I couldnt focus on the kid; the glowing white fist soared towards me. I meant to back peddle before it detonatedbut tripped on a bit of translucent web. The cyclops fist soared right where my body had beenextending further than I thought its range was. Itd reached a good fifteen feet away from the Crimson Eagle. Hed tricked me.
The fist detonated above me. My body smashed into the floor, my jaw cracking against it. My teeth snapped together in an awful noise as I avoided biting my tongue off by pure luck.
But itd missed.
I groanedwilling my Soul to counterattack, flying into the Crimson Eagle. Its talons dug into the bastards facea growing favorite attack pattern of mine. The cyclops turned, rushing to defend its cultivator.
My soul jolted with an ache as the Crimson Eagle slapped my Manifested Soulsudden and alarming enough to feel like Id taken a blow to the chest. My focus slipped.
Eve brought me back to the world with a yellher voice rocked through the room and tore a fresh and distracting burst of agony that pulled me out of the disorientation. Her voice rebounded and amplified.
I slowly got to my feet, seeing my Crow gripped in the Crimson Eagles hand, talons tearing into his arm as he tried to wring its neck. I called upon Fickle Fate, and they both showered in red sparks. My Soul slipped out of his grasp a second later, and the bastard stumbled back. Eves voice rocked through the room again, bringing ear-ringing pain as if someone shoved chopsticks into my skull.
Several translucent spiders climbed all over the Crimson Eagles leg, weaving a web as he tried to cover his ears. He took another step to get away from the deafening noisebut tripped over webs, falling and bouncing his skull against the ground.
Kayson seized the opportunity. Throwing himself on top of the enemy cultivator and bashed his head face several times, jerking it left and right until he stilled. The cyclops toppled over, crumbling to dust.
The screaming stopped, and the chaos of the office stilled. Blessed silence. My Soul returned to my shoulder, damaged but proud. I withdrew ita burst of red and blue sparks. Thanks to the hits my Soul took, it was hard for me to focus on anything. I slipped to the ground and let myself lay there.
Bruno arrived a minute later, unhappy he missed the show.
Soul damage was a finicky thing. The world felt gray and lifeless, my body felt sapped from the strength, and unfortunately, Suzaki couldnt do a damn thing about it. It would take natural healing over a few hours to recover. Romeo had promised training to cope with it, but we didnt have the time.
It took an hour for me to feel better; during that time, Kayson and Suzaki went through and collected a bunch of paperwork. When I was up to it, I helped Bruno watch over a buncha of bound Crimson Eagles. Bruno slammed a fist into his face whenever the cultivator awoke to put him back out. Was it healthy for the guy? Fuck no. But its the only thing we could do; we didn't have any advanced tech. He was far too dangerous for a round two.
Our objective was to humiliate Crimson Eagles and gather info about their finances. And therefore, Kayson overruled Brunos requests to fight the guy fair and square. I didnt get how following the money might lead anywhere productive, but Kayson was the one in charge, not me.
Eventually, Kayson declared we were done. Taking three binders and the reluctant accountant with us.
Chapter 40: What If I Go?They fell into my trap. As soon as I reached the streetI turned on my heel and threw on a smirk, then slipped into one of Romeo's fighting stances. Letting myself flow into the fight felt natural, hopping lightly in place as I put my body into a constant stream of movement. They didn't notice the shift in my demeanor; they were far too enraged. Not that I blamed them. If someone walked in and pissed on my friend, I'd be out for blood too.It wasn't like this was a duel, and they had the numbers. They stalked onto the road, fanning out to surround me before charging for an attack. Even with my Manifested Soul, I didn't feel confident taking all four on at once. But I didnt have to. Bruno sprang out from the side with an evil grin on his face. Flames crawled up his fists as he threw himself at one of the bastards, tackling him to the asphalt. This chapter is updated by novelbiin.comI seized the distraction and led by snapping a kick into the poor bastard Id pissed on. My foot landed with a solid hit, which caused the guy to crash to the ground. The one with a shaved head came in from the side. He threw out a jab, but a quickstep me slipped out of reach.It was time.I smiled wide, tugging on my Soul. Energy rippled out of the roots in my body, and sparks of blue and red popped up from my shoulderin a cascade of violent energy, two onyx feathered crows came into being. Their beady eyes taking in the scene in an instant, one let out a haunting caw. Id hoped for all three, but Id take what I could get.Much like Fickle Fate, my Manifested Soul presented an element of randomness, conjuring one to three of these creatures with each use. The only conclusion I drew is that a deep part of me loved to roll the dice and play the odds, to let Fate take a bit of control. When I first discovered that on the island with Romeo, I didnt know whether to laugh or cry with the knowledge that the inconsistency of my abilities was due to meyet I still remained powerless to correct them. All I could do was accept it. The excitement of not knowing brought a spark to my life that I didn't want to dismiss entirely. Would I be lucky? Would my ability screw me? Every action led to a different change in fate and what might follow, and that called to me. For now, for this fight, two out of three was plenty. I pushed out my desire to my Soul, and the crows launched from my shoulders in a powerful burst of speed straight into the sky. At the same moment, I pressed into the Crimson Eagle, who took a jab at me. Hed overextended while trying to catch me off guard. I threw out a fist, clipping him as he danced away. His eyes locked on meflicking upward to try to catch the crow. I didnt give him a chance, throwing another fist, which forced him to scramble to block. But I was the distraction, a bluff. A crow barreled in from above, a pinprick of feathers that broke its perfect diving form to extend talons right into his face. Its wings flapped as the razor-sharp talons tore skin flaps out of his cheeks. The guy let out a horrible scream as it pulled away with a chunk of flesh.My fist sliding into his face ended the fight, sending him to the ground to squirm around and try to stem the bleeding. The last guy tried to take advantage of my focused assault, having positioned himself to rush my back. Watching the brutal attack on his friend made him hesitatehis mistake. My remaining crow dive-bombed him, trying to also land a blow on his face, though he was more prepared, throwing up an arm to defend against the talons. It wasn't enough; my Soul pulsed outward, activating Fickle Fate through the crow. Blue sparks ran from where the Crow dug into his arm, discharging the ability. Ah, that was bad.The guy slipped, but in a way that let him catch the edge of my Soul's wing. His fingers found purchase and ripped the crow down with him, yanking it under him and crushing it with his entire body. I grimaced; my Soul let out a pulse of debilitating shock at the sudden damage. My mind went foggy, and I pulled the crow backbursting in a shower of blue and red sparks. I'd much rather withdraw it than take more Soul damage. I swayed as he stumbled to his feet. The good luck discharged, but my body felt numb and stirred with exhaustion; I pulled myself together. Using my superior speed to charge in and snap a short kick into his facethrowing the guy onto the ground. Couldn't win them all. I snapped another kick into his side while he was on the ground, and my remaining crow flew back to land on my shoulder. After discovering my Crows could discharge Fickle Fate at a distance, I had originally reeled to think of the applications. Romeo's previous method of avoiding me as a counter was no longer as functional, but there had to be other benefits. I hadnt yet taken the time to puzzle them out, but this live combat test already made me giddy to try new things. His eyes lit up. Perfect choice of words, the shaking stopped. I took a deep breath, my remaining crow recovering and darting into the room. The enemys Manifested Soul took a swipebut it was far too slow to hit my Soul. What I lacked in pure physical power, my Soul made up for in speed. It took a short bendflapping and skimming along the side of the enemy and raking a talon against the cyclopes arm.The man with dread grimaced, shooting me a scowl. It might not be substantial damage, but even tiny nicks to a Manifested Soul at this level were distracting. I slammed a hand on my chestsparks of blue bursting in a shower. Perfect. I leaped into the fray, knowing I had at least one good attempttrying to circle the cyclops with my Crow.But the cyclops wasnt overwhelmed and reacted as soon as I entered the room. Its fist took on a white glow, closing the distance to me in a couple of quick bounds. There wasnt a way in hell I could get past and attack the cultivator directly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Suzaki sprint into the room and duck around the side. An emerald halo was already above his head.But I couldnt focus on the kid; the glowing white fist soared towards me. I meant to back peddle before it detonatedbut tripped on a bit of translucent web. The cyclops fist soared right where my body had beenextending further than I thought its range was. Itd reached a good fifteen feet away from the Crimson Eagle. Hed tricked me. The fist detonated above me. My body smashed into the floor, my jaw cracking against it. My teeth snapped together in an awful noise as I avoided biting my tongue off by pure luck.But itd missed. I groanedwilling my Soul to counterattack, flying into the Crimson Eagle. Its talons dug into the bastards facea growing favorite attack pattern of mine. The cyclops turned, rushing to defend its cultivator. My soul jolted with an ache as the Crimson Eagle slapped my Manifested Soulsudden and alarming enough to feel like Id taken a blow to the chest. My focus slipped. Eve brought me back to the world with a yellher voice rocked through the room and tore a fresh and distracting burst of agony that pulled me out of the disorientation. Her voice rebounded and amplified.I slowly got to my feet, seeing my Crow gripped in the Crimson Eagles hand, talons tearing into his arm as he tried to wring its neck. I called upon Fickle Fate, and they both showered in red sparks. My Soul slipped out of his grasp a second later, and the bastard stumbled back. Eves voice rocked through the room again, bringing ear-ringing pain as if someone shoved chopsticks into my skull. Several translucent spiders climbed all over the Crimson Eagles leg, weaving a web as he tried to cover his ears. He took another step to get away from the deafening noisebut tripped over webs, falling and bouncing his skull against the ground. Kayson seized the opportunity. Throwing himself on top of the enemy cultivator and bashed his head face several times, jerking it left and right until he stilled. The cyclops toppled over, crumbling to dust. The screaming stopped, and the chaos of the office stilled. Blessed silence. My Soul returned to my shoulder, damaged but proud. I withdrew ita burst of red and blue sparks. Thanks to the hits my Soul took, it was hard for me to focus on anything. I slipped to the ground and let myself lay there. Bruno arrived a minute later, unhappy he missed the show. Soul damage was a finicky thing. The world felt gray and lifeless, my body felt sapped from the strength, and unfortunately, Suzaki couldnt do a damn thing about it. It would take natural healing over a few hours to recover. Romeo had promised training to cope with it, but we didnt have the time. It took an hour for me to feel better; during that time, Kayson and Suzaki went through and collected a bunch of paperwork. When I was up to it, I helped Bruno watch over a buncha of bound Crimson Eagles. Bruno slammed a fist into his face whenever the cultivator awoke to put him back out. Was it healthy for the guy? Fuck no. But its the only thing we could do; we didn't have any advanced tech. He was far too dangerous for a round two. Our objective was to humiliate Crimson Eagles and gather info about their finances. And therefore, Kayson overruled Brunos requests to fight the guy fair and square. I didnt get how following the money might lead anywhere productive, but Kayson was the one in charge, not me.Eventually, Kayson declared we were done. Taking three binders and the reluctant accountant with us.
